Disclaimer: I wish I conceived of this brilliant world, butI didn't, David Eddings did.

A/N: This is a pilot to see if it generates any interest. And the only way to know if anyone is reading is through reviews. So please review if you would like me to continue, a simple yes or no would do. I just don't want to waste time on something that people won't read.

Pilot

The light, it's so pretty, but you're hurting my eyes. That's better, I like blue.

You want me to go somewhere? Fine, I don't feel well but I'll get up.

The bed was warm and I want to go back to sleep.

Fine, fine. I'm coming.

I don't think my door is open. It is, oh great, I don't know where I am, which way? Right? Okay.

These floors are cold, do you know where I am? Is this place far?

The doors at the end of the hall is it?

The doors are big aren't they?

"Miss what are you doing?"

Oh, beautiful.

"What is she doing?"

"Why is the orb glowing like that?"

"She's going to touch it!"

You're warm, like the bed.

"Get his Majesty."

Are you coming down, I'm tired I want to sit. Thank you.

The floor is cold, my bum is freezing, but I think I'll lie down.

Oh thank you, that is nice. I don't think I can stay up much longer…

"She just came in and went straight for the orb."

Eyes are heavy…what is he saying? Oh never mind, I'm too tired. I'm just going to close my eyes.

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"Urgh." I groaned. My eye hurts, damn it another migraine! I brought up my hand to my head to hold down my head so that the throbbing would stop. I know its ridiculous attempt at containing a migraine but I had to try. My head's hot, maybe I have a fever, that would explain the sweat. God why now! I'm supposed to be enjoying my vacation. It cost me too much to come here.

I felt around with my other hand and noticed the sheets. Hmm… these are strange. And what I'm wearing is a little rough. What am I wearing, I can't bother now. I'd have to open my eyes and that wouldn't help the pain in my head.

Against my better judgement I opened my eyes slowly. But it was dark and the only thing lighting this room was moon light. Wait. Rock walls and ceilings. Bed sheets are wool? I picked up the sheet and looked at my self. Uh… I'm wearing a white wool smock. My eyes opened wide. I'm not wearing any underwear! Shit!

Lily Michelle Wane! What did you do? I didn't do anything! Think Lily, think! What is the last thing you did?

Shit! I smacked myself on the forehead. I fell asleep at the beach! Wait. That still wouldn't explain the shabby looking wooden bed I'm sleeping on or the castle wall looking… walls.

Okay, you have a fever, maybe this is all a dream or a delusion. Doesn't matter, go back to sleep and the next time you wake up the walls will be smooth and white or something normal looking.

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"Is she awake?"

"No your majesty."

"Did she try to leave her room?"

"No your majesty."

God, who's talking, can't they see I'm trying to sleep. And what egotist thinks he's a king? "Urgh. Go away, I'm trying to sleep." I screamed. I hope that will convince them to be quiet. Quiet. Thank god. No, no thank you god. Why are they opening the door?

I opened my eyes.

God I'm in the same place. Must still have a fever, I naturally felt my head. No, no fever. I sat up in the bed, pulling the sheets to my chest and staring at the man who walked in. He was tall, sandy blonde hair, cleaning shaven, serious eyes, and he looked like he stepped out of the 5th century. You know, long pants tucked up in soft leather boots and a thing that I imagined would qualify for a shirt back then. Very simple for a 'your majesty' type. Hmm… that's what I would imagine Garion would look like if he was thirty. A smile crept on to my face and I tried to hide it but it was no good.

He looked at me with his penetrating eyes and I almost flinched, but I wasn't the type to back down from a staring contest.

"Who are you?" He finally asked.

"Um… who are you?" I asked. I'm not telling a complete strange who I am. Suddenly it felt as if someone was poking my mind. I clamped a hand to my head. "Ouch!" Not another migraine, I can't handle it! But too late I could already feel the pain spreading through out my left eye.

I looked up at the sandy blonde hair stranger and he almost looked surprised. "What?" I asked him irritated. "Haven't you seen a person get a migraine before?" It was kind of sudden but there were times when I didn't notice them coming. "Do you have any Advil liquid gels?" I asked, not that they'd help now. He looked at me clueless. "Great. Just stand there silently." I said sarcastically, getting annoyed by Mr. Silent-type.

I burrowed back under the sheets and got ready for sleep. Probably I should ask where I was, probably I should ask him how I got here, probably I should be concerned about my underwear, but all that seemed insignificant compared to this gigantic migraine.

The man was still standing there, staring away when I was getting ready to close my eyes. I propped myself up on my elbow and glared at him. "You mind, I want to sleep." I suddenly remembered what I was doing before he came in. Gosh, he's trouble.

I slammed back into to bed and closed my eyes. I heard footsteps leading out of my room and I heard the door close. Thank god.

Maybe I was a little rude, but I have a migraine.

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I was up again, this time by choice. My eyes are open and looking around at this horrible monastery cell-like room. I don't know how Sparhawk and them can stand places like this. So cold looking and in the night it did get cold.

I got up and paced around a little and then looked out the small window. Whoa! It was quite some ways down to a whole old fashion city. Layer after layer of stone houses? Doubling as defensive walls? Wow, quite genius. Like Riva. Beyond the city was a harbor bay. Just like Riva.

I heard the door open and close and I looked over my shoulder to see who it was. I bet they were getting a great view of my ass through this thing. What was this thing? A smock? A large nightshirt? Anyway, a woman had entered with a tray of food, she gave no sign of shock at the sight of my bum, so maybe this thing is thick enough.

Suddenly my stomach rumbled loudly, I was pretty sure the woman heard it.

"I see you're up and about." Her voice was sweet and gentle. The kind of voice you want from a nurse. I went back to bed, sitting cross-legged and pulling the bed sheets over my legs.

"Whatcha got for me?" I asked looking at the tray. There was a bowl of soup of some kind, some bread and a hunk of cheese.

I took the bowl from her and the spoon that sat by the bowl. It looked creamy and there were chunks of meat. If this really was the past who knows what passed for meat.

"What is this?" I asked her picking up a spoonful and pouring it back in.

"Chicken soup." Old fashion chicken soup.

I took in a spoonful and it was good. I balanced the bowl between my legs and picked up the bread and cheese. The woman was still staring at me. "Uh… do you want to sit down?" I asked her uncertain if that was entirely appropriate. She just looked thankful and took a seat at the edge of my bed.

I nibbled at the cheese and it was great, real creamy, and not too sharp. I took a taste of the bread and it was like the stuff I had at home. Fresh baked, all nice and fluffy and white. The woman was still looking at me and I found myself staring at her.

Her eyes had dark circles and she was little hunched over, just tired looking. Her eyes were a pretty blue, her lips were rosy pink, her skin was pale and her body was slim just covered up by layers of those old fashion clothes. I don't know what her hair color is because it was all hidden under one of those bonnet thingies, but her eyebrows were blonde so I'm gonna go with blonde. Now that I think about it, she's probably not a woman, just a girl, a very tired looking girl.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Nika." She said.

"Well Nika, would you happen to know where my clothes are?" I asked her as I ate. Must remember not to dip my bread in my soup that is considered uncivilized.

She nodded. "It's with all your other things being examined by King Belgarion."

The bread I was chewing almost dropped out of my mouth. "You're kiddin'."

"Excuse me?" she said politely.

I gave one of those nervous laughs. "Garion is fiction."

"Fiction?" She looked confused.

"You know, fake, made up, just in stories."

"He's very real miss, he's in his tower study looking over your things."

I looked at her closely and realized she wasn't lying. Not lying. What does this mean. Garion is real, I'm in Riva, magic exists, I'm crazy and this food is good.

"Is this Riva then?" I asked her and she nodded.

Hmm… interesting. I wonder what Garion would make of my stuff. Not just my clothes, my things did she say? My things. "What things?"

"What?"

"The things you said he was looking at."

"Well, there were these bag looking things."

Bags? Bags… oh that's right, when I fell asleep at the beach I had my spare change of clothes and some entertainment along. Oh holy crapola! My copy of Belgarath the Sorcerer was in there.

"Oh shit!" I cursed out loud this time.

"What?"

"Shit shit shit shit shit!" When in doubt, curse. "I need my stuff."

"It will be returned to you."

"I need my stuff now!" I yelled at her and made her jump from her place at the edge of the bed. "I need to get to my shit." She was looking confused. "My stuff!" I yelled again. She squeaked and ran out the door. I tried the door myself but it was locked. I banged on it and no response. Great, I'm a prisoner.